i suck

I've just been beaten by my little, teeny, baby brother. Seriously?!?

So, little B thought it would be a good idea for me to come over every day so we could work out together. He is trying to keep in shape because he wants to join the Air Force and I want to get in shape because... well just because. So I used to be able to run pretty far... at least across the street before being winded, but I was super lame today. We ran less than a mile to a park in his neighborhood where we stopped to do push-ups and abs stuff.

The best part was when we were laying on the ground doing crunches and some kid kicked a ball and hit him in the face (karma is a b as in boy, little brother) :) Actually, the worst part is that he was going way easy on me. And I was still tired. When we were running home at one point I was like "B, I want to stop." and he turned around and got behind me and started pushing me... :( I totally redeemed myself though when we ran the rest of the way home Hip Hip HOORAY!

I would love to sit here and list excuses (such as him being a good 8 inches taller than me), but I won't. There is no excuse for the way I have slacked off. Now it is time to work it off... (karma is a b as in boy, sweet tera) (Awww... that's the nicest thing I have ever said to myself)